Cortana stood over the cowering, beaten man. He'd just received his third beating and looked absolutely awful. He was covered in bruises, bloody wounds, and scratches. His reddish brown hair was disheveled. Fear shown in his handsome blue eyes. He looked up at her, breathing hard. He tried to get up, but fell back to the floor. Many spots of the light brown carpet had been stained red from his blood.
John wiped his arm across his mouth, leaving blood on the back of his hand. He reached for the bed to try to pull himself up, but she pull him back. He looked up at her and forced out a sigh. Cortana was covered in blood, but none of it was her own; It was all Chief's. He threw a weak punch at her, but she grabbed his arm and twisted it. He let out a sharp cry and pulled his arm up against his chest.
"I'm so sorry, John." She murmured.
She walked around the bed until she stood by the door. She teleported the key into her hand unlocked the door, stepped out, locked it again and left.
*X*
John let out a sharp cry as he grasped the side of the bed. He pulled himself to his feet and looked down at his bloodied self. Cortana had done a good job, beating the spirit out of him. He limped over to the other side of the bed and lay down on his back. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind.
She loves me, yet she beats me to death. What the hell? He thought, shaking his head. He ran a hand through his messy, tangled hair. When he pulled his hand back, there was more blood on it than before. Shit, even my head is bleeding.
He heard the click of the lock and fear slid back through him. He scrambled off of the bed, collapsing. He used it to pull himself up and by that time Cortana had locked the door and teleported the key away again. This time however, she was freshly clean, though she held damp towels and bandages. Wincing, he fell back to one knee. Then he slipped, catching himself on hands and knees. He felt blood sliding up in his throat. He pried his jaw open and vomited it out. Once he finished, he collapsed in it, wheezing.
"Oh my god." Cortana burst out. "John, are you okay? I am so, so sorry about this!"
Chief glared at her, hatred in his gaze. "W-why d-do y-you c-care?"
He wasn't surprised that his words slurred so bad. He could barely even open his mouth. She'd most likely broken his jaw. She watched as she knelt down beside him, gently wiping one of the towels over his skin. He flinched as it went over one of his wounds.
"I-I didn't mean to hurt you so bad." She murmured sadly. "I'm sorry, John."
"A-a-at l-least it wasn't a k-knife." He answered grimly.
Cortana let out a sad laugh, gently hugging him. He glanced at her, a small smile on his face. He had to admit, that was a funny comment, especially for a situation like this. She gave a small smile in return, ruffling his hair. She continued to wipe blood from his back and shoulders.
"Can you get up?" She asked.
"I d-don't know." He admitted weakly.
Cortana picked him up, turning him so his back faced the ground. She kissed his cheek before straightening up and resting him on the bed. She wiped off his neck and face, then moving the towel down to his chest, where the worst of the wounds were. She gently cleaned it, though he winced in pain. She moved the cloth down to his lower chest, where a six-pack stood out clearly. She slid the towel along them and over his stomach, coming to his pelvis area. She hesitated, glancing at him, as if wanting permission.
*X*
"G-go ahead, i-if you want." He responded wearily.
She ran the towel along his hips and then the genital area, coming to his penis. She ran the towel around it, feeling him stiffen. She tried to force back the feeling of how much she enjoyed doing that. Then she wiped off his legs, having him flip over for the back of them. Last of all, she ran the towel over his butt. Then she bandaged his wounds.
Cortana looked at him. "I'll be right back."
"O-okay." He murmured weakly.
Oh, how she hated seeing him in pain like this. She teleported the key to her hand and left the room. She put the remaining bandages where they belonged and put the towels in the laundry hamper. Then she joined John again, teleporting the key back to her own room.
*X*
He was laying on his side, facing away from her when she returned. She seemed relieved to not see him covered in blood. He heard her walking towards him and felt the bed shift as she got on it. He felt her sit on it beside him, her arm pulling him onto his back so she could see his face.
"Feeling any better?" Cortana asked gently.
"A little, I guess." John replied, his words not slurring this time. "Though, I think you might've broken my jaw."
"Sorry." He saw a guilty look cross her face.
He shrugged it off. "Doesn't matter anymore. It's done an over with."
"It matters to me, John." She murmured, love in her voice.
Not again...He thought as her lips pressed to his. He let her kiss him, too beat up to try to pull free. A feeling of certainty and safeness passed through him. She wasn't going to hurt him anymore, he knew it. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck and he wrapped his around her back, admiration coursing through him. She came back to help me. She really does care, doesn't she?
One of Cortana's arms moved to his shoulder, making his neck move up a bit, towards her. He didn't resist and suddenly, he knew why; He loved her too. Shake her off, you idiot! Common sense screamed at him. Did you forget what she's done already?
Her hands moved up to his hair, running through it over and over. He sighed in pleasure, pulling her closer. Their lips pulled apart.
"Do you love me?" She asked.
"I do." John declared. "I love you."
"I love you too." She smiled.
Their lips connected again and they kissed violently. Cortana climbed on top of him, sitting on his pelvis section. She kneeled down on him and he took her weight, pulling her close and pushing her hair behind her ears. Then he ran his hands along her breasts, as she ran hers along his abs. She wrapped herself around his body, kissing his lips still.
"I never knew I would love someone this much." John murmured when their lips finally separated. "I never knew that I would love anyone at all. Ever. Look at me now." He ended in a sexy laugh.
Cortana laughed with him. When she finally stopped laughing, she said,"Well, I guess you do love someone. You're the first for me too."
John let out a chuckle pulling her body right against his. "And I was trying to beat you up hours ago. I don't know what got ahold of me then. But whatever it is, I'm glad that's gone."
She snuggled up against his neck, sighing. "I don't know either, Johnny."
"That's a new one."
"What?"
"You calling me Johnny." He chuckled. "First time I've ever been called anything besides, John or Master Chief."
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah, actually."
"Well, you're my Johnny, yeah?"
John grinned at her. "Always."
One of Cortana's hands rubbed the bottom of his jaw, massaging it. Her other hand felt along his nipples. His hands rubbed her breasts and hips in return.
"I love you so much." She told him.
"I love you more." He murmured, his voice filled with love.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing violently. Her soft hand moved down the front of his body, reaching his genital area. It moved past to his long, skinny thighs, massaging them. He could tell that she was being careful not to touch any of his injuries. He was glad of that. Then both of the hands were on his chest, brushing along it soothingly.
John fell asleep, just like that.
